Celia Giordano — POV
The city lights slid past the window as the car moved steadily through the late evening traffic..... i leaned back against the leather seat, one hand resting on my stomach as my mind replayed the doctor's appointment from earlier.
Everything was going according to plan.... exactly how I needed it to.... For months now I've been carefully moving every piece on the board, making sure nothing slipped through my fingers.
One mistake could ruin everything and I didn't come this far to lose.
The hum sound of the engine filled the car as my driver "Huncho" focused quietly on the road ahead.
My phone suddenly buzzed in my hand.
I frowned slightly, glancing down at the screen.
Unknown number.
My eyes narrowed... i already knew who it was... another wave of irritation rose immediately in my chest.
Why the hell was he calling me?
At this time?
I had been very clear with him not to ever call my number without a notice.
